Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins. / Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.

by John Esten Cooke

“I shrunk back, refusing his hand.

“‘Do not touch that,’ I groaned, ‘there is blood on it!’

“He seized it, and kneeling down, kissed it.

“‘Bloody or not, it is your hand—the hand of my dear young master!’

“And the honest fellow burst into tears, as he covered my hand with kisses.

“A month afterward, I was in Europe, amid the whirl and noise of Paris. I tried to forget that I was a murderer—but the shadow went with me!”

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XXVII. — MOHUN TERMINATES HIS NARRATIVE.

Mohun had spoken throughout the earlier portions of his narrative in a tone of cynical bitterness. His last words were mingled, however, with weary sighs, and his face wore an expression of the profoundest melancholy.